Who do we trust?
“In the age of coronavirus, who do we trust?” The man and woman met my gaze as they passed on bikes. She replied, “No one.”
I didn’t have to hear the rest to know what the couple meant. Not a single person on the trail that day was taking the necessary precautions against the coronavirus. No one was wearing a mask.
On May 1, our governor mandated mask for anyone in public. My decision not to wear one that day was for selfish reasons. I didn’t want to feel constricted while exercising outdoors, because it’s hard enough being asthmatic. I thought I could socially distance myself on a bike. But it wasn’t that easy. Like me, everyone else had the same idea. While I sped past most people as if they stood still on the path, there were several instances where bikers and walkers bottlenecked on the trail. In those moments, I pretended to scratch my chin on my shoulder so that my head turned away from stray COVID molecule intruders invading my personal space.
I admit that I’m a bit nervous now that restrictions have eased up. It was more comfortable in lockdown because we knew what and what not to do. ‘Stay home, save lives’ and ‘Mind the Gap’ signs clutter lawns throughout my neighborhood to remind people what to do. But, those messages go upon blind eyes on the greenway that zigzags through our town.
Right as states began to reopen, people left their homes en mass to visit beaches, lakes, and other nations hot spots to celebrate as if the pandemic was over or didn’t even exist. From where I stand, the party continues. I understand the need for normalcy, but my internal alarms are going off. None of this is going to end if we keep looking back at the past by ignoring what’s happening right now.
There was no ignoring George Floyd’s murder in broad daylight in front of a million camera eyes. People from all over the world poured to the streets to protest another senseless killing, Black Lives DO Matter. I support change for our brothers and sisters. I understand the supercharged need to get the message across to a tone-deaf administration(s). And I want everyone to live the day to see change happen in their lifetime. I am, however, horrified how easy it is/was for a lot of people to forget how to protect themselves from an invisible killer that lurks among us.
It doesn’t help that we receive conflicting data from various sources. For instance, WHO recently announced that asymptomatic people were not a real threat, whereas the CDC stated their reports proved differently. News sources, state officials, and our nation’s capital are all disjointed; no one is on the same page. Then we’ve got a President, along with his top tear, MIA. They bury their heads in the sand while waving the American flag, pushing profits over people, to get reelected. Their messages have life-altering effects on our personal and nation’s well being.
It’s a scary time in our history.
And hell, what have you got to lose if you’re not from a metropolitan area like New York, New Jersey, Los Angeles, or Chicago? And most likely, you don’t know anyone affected by the virus. So, what’s the big deal when everyone goes about their ‘normal’ daily lives. Right?
You don’t have to be psychic to read people. You got those who still believe the threat is all hype. The kind of person who, once inside a store, disrespects the establishment’s policy by wearing masks around their neck. They also get a kick defying other people’s space when they reach over to take a product off the shelf all to make a point that this hoax is at the expense of their constitutional rights. Whereas you have the opposing person, fully masked, who waits patiently at the end of the aisle until you clear it before entering, but shoots an evil eye at anyone defying the rules. It is this sort of passive-aggressive battle that rages in my hometown. Is the threat real when we can’t see it?
Yes, it is.
Late January, my daughter and I went on a girls’ trip to the Midwestern Siberia, city of Chicago. We did what some girls like to do, shop, eat, shop, eat, saw a show, and repeated the cycle for a couple of days including ice skating at Millennial Park with all the other suburbanites who, like us, attempted to escape the depressing, desolate winter plains. We completely immersed ourselves in culture before riding home on a packed Amtrak train.
A couple of days later, my father and I accompanied my daughter for freshman orientation at the high school. She started experiencing a sore throat and a slight fever-like she was coming down with flu. Even though both of us had the vaccine, I wasn’t surprised. It never seems they knock out all the strains circulating in the populace. I put her right to bed upon returning home and didn’t fret about it. Young and healthy, I knew she’d pull out of it. And she did about a week later after I started to come down with similar symptoms, although I couldn’t shake a nagging cough. And then it hit my father who went down hardest.
As with aging parents, I got the dreaded call at 12:30 a.m. I could hear mom on the other end of the line, but it was like she was a million miles away talking through one of those pin holed tin cans tied with string. At least that’s what I pictured at the time, because of the psychedelic effect NyQuil had on me.
“Come and say goodbye to your dad.”
“What?” I shot upright. “What?!”
“He’s in the emergency room.”
“Mom, I’m not clear, what are you saying.”
“I said come and say good,” her pause was so long that I thought we got disconnected. “Your father’s in the emergency room.”
I sprang from bed running throughout the house, screaming like it was on fire. My entire family huddled into the emergency room. My siblings, including their children, all wore masks because they had ‘the cough’ too. Everyone drunk on NyQuil, we thought we were living a nightmare. The good news is that he didn’t die. Mom demanded life support.
Fortunately, we stood by my father’s side, who remained unconscious, hooked up to a ventilator for over a month in the ICU. My father is not your average senior. Exercised daily for up to two hours, he was proud to relay to physicians, or anyone who would listen, that he did not need medication. For 75 years young, that is an achievement. I’m not going to lie; it was downright scary to see your loved one knocking on heaven’s door. It took him almost two months to rehabilitate, but we got him out of the hospital alive days before they admitted their first tested COVID case. The patient was younger than my dad and, unfortunately, died.
While we teased dad that he’s the miracle baby, he’s not out of the woods yet. He’s on a donor list for a kidney. Before he went in, there was nothing wrong with his kidneys.
Like the lady who told the man, on the bikes, that you can trust ‘no one,’ well she was right!
You can, however, TRUST YOURSELF.
I’m not a medical or disease expert, but a professional psychic medium. I deal with life and death in my daily practice. And my signals are sounding off ‘WARNING; THIS IS NOT A TEST!’ I’m trying to remain calm for what I see as the future for our nation, but if we don’t get a grip on aforementioned soon the consequences can be more devastating than a lockdown.
I believe it’s going to require introspection to navigate our ever-changing landscape. There are too many different sources dictating, what’s right or not right, our direction into the uncharted territory that they have us spinning in circles. Not that I’m suggesting ignoring advice from the science community, because their information is sensible and rational advice. However, another part of your brain is accessible to help you operate at full capacity to succeed.
Like our ancestors, we’re going to have to rely on our basic instincts for survival. Instinct is laymen’s term for intuition in my business. You can’t google this knowledge by phone. Intuition means that there’s no conscious rational thought when it comes to decision making.
These are my suggestions to intuitively detect what’s right and not right for you;
1) Our intuition works through our dreams and daydreams. Let’s say you plan to make a trip to a home goods type store to shop because nothing else is open in town. The parking lot is full. If that doesn’t scare the bejesus out of you, you’re good to go. But, if a single image flashes before your eyes, of someone coughing on you inside the story and you cringe at the thought, stand down. Turn around and drive home. Likewise, you have a nightmare in a dark room where it’s hard to breathe, but people surround you that you can’t see (this happened to one of my clients) ~ that’s a good indicator that you stay away from places with groups of people.
2) Pay attention to the way you feel about a given person and or situation. Let’s say you are approaching the home goods store, or a person within the store and have a feeling of panic. Maybe it’s shortness of breath. It can also come across with intense heart palpitations, heartburn, or a stab of pain. These aren’t always signs of underlying conditions (unless they are common symptoms) or eating the wrong food. These are your internal STOP signs. And then there are those, ‘I just don’t feel like going, because my hearts not in it’ or ‘something doesn’t feel right’ days. Pay attention to those feelings too. Don’t override what you know. There’s a good reason. Trust your inner GPS.
3) Your inner voice drifts across your mind as thoughts. If it says ‘hell no, don’t go’ ~ don’t let anyone else talk you into it. Hold your ground. It is especially true if you hear a repeated statement (more than three times) within your mind, not to do something. If you’re on the fence, doubt, don’t do it. For instance, there’s been a big call for thousands to take to the streets to protest BLM. If you got into the mix at one of these crowds but decided to hold back from the group, I hope that you honored your spirit and find another path to get the message across.
How can you tell if it is fear versus right inner guidance? Real intuition wouldn’t put you in harms way nor ask you to harm another. It serves the higher good of all involved. Inner guidance comes from a space that we aren’t separated, because there is a deep knowing that we’re in it together; we are one.
If fear presses upon you, there is a supercharge emotion to any of the above signals that I outlined above. It’s a self-preservation tactic that can come across as anger, self-defense, sadness, depression, and or greed. Your ego, that self-righteous part of yourself, is getting the best of you. It’s going to try its damndest to keep you small, which is why you prop yourself up to be top dog by putting yourself in harm’s way and or putting other people in harm’s way.
In these moments, step back to breathe ~ because god bless, you can! Regroup until you are crystal clear. If you can’t discern whether it is right or not right, consider the consequences of your actions. Ask your higher self, “What is the outcome by me taking these steps.” If you are okay with what you see, feel, and or hear, move forward, but if you don’t like the consequences of your actions, “stay home, save lives” can save your life too.
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